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"Hahaha, waste, what are you talking about? It's the Pip that Lao Tzu cut, what can you do with me?"

Fang Wen laughed wildly, raised the blade, and taunted loudly at the young man in front of him, and then slashed down horizontally.

Since he was slapped twice in public last time, he has been resentful for a long time, and now that he has a chance for revenge, Fang Wen was ecstatic, almost using his strength to eat milk, and slashed down towards the other party.

And in his heart, he had almost seen the panicked look on the other side, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

The despicable people who dare to throw their faces at him will eventually die under his hands!

However, it is very strange that the bald boy opposite has no intention of moving at all.

He simply stood there and watched the blade fall.

This is......

Scared and don't know how to dodge?

Such a thought flashed in Fang Wen's heart, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more wild, and he added a little more strength to his hand.

"Click. ”

It was the sound of blades colliding with scalps.

Fang Wen's face first laughed wildly, and then his smile stiffened, and his eyes were about to pop out.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

How is this possible?

How is this possible?

I slashed it myself, and there were no scars on the other party's head?

No, no, no, this must be an illusion!

He gasped heavily, roared again, and slashed away again.

Miao Luo's face was calm, and he stepped forward as he swung his knife, raised his arm, and held the hand that the other party had slashed with his sword.

The physique of 2.8 is not only improved by strength, but also by allowing his eyesight to clearly distinguish the opponent's movements, and the degree is even faster to the extreme, as long as he is willing, no one here can cut him.

And after attaching the crust technique, the power of the sword has become a waste!

After holding the other party's arm, his face remained unchanged, and his palm was slightly forced.

"Oh......"

Fang Wen let out a low cry, his wrist suddenly ached, he lost his strength, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Immediately, he felt a gust of wind blow.

That's the opponent's fist.

The violent force burst on his arm, like a hammer of hundreds of pounds roaring down, almost in an instant, the muscles and bones were brittle like tofu, and the blood almost slanted out, drenching the ground.

Half of his arm flew up immediately, and it was broken by a punch!

"Ah......h

Fang Wen immediately howled, the severe pain made him unable to stand, and he was about to lie down, but Miao Luo didn't let him fall.

The young man was expressionless, extremely cold, and threw three punches in a row, breaking the man's arms and legs, and then pulled him by the back of the neck with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "This cruelty is not enough. ”

The blood was rushing, Fang Wen's limbs were completely broken, and there were still broken bone stubble at the wound, and he had become a waste person for a lifetime.

He was sweating on the top of his head and almost fainted, but the intense pain kept him awake all the time.

At this time, all the resentment disappeared, and in his heart, there was only fear for the young man in front of him.

It's a demon crawling out of the depths of hell!

"Son!"

On the other side, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face had red eyes, roared sadly, and with explosive hatred and anger accumulated in his chest, he rushed towards Miao Luo, surging all his strength, and the blade slashed wildly.

But it turned out.

He didn't even see it clearly, so Miao Luo grabbed his throat with one hand and lifted it into the air with one hand.

"You're his father?"

There was not the slightest expression on his face, and a sentence came out in a monotonous voice.

The middle-aged man had difficulty breathing, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground, and he didn't answer the question, but scolded fiercely: "You demon!"

Miao Luo looked indifferent, nodded simply, and replied with a word.

"Oh. ”

When he landed, he once again shook the terrifying power and threw four punches in a row, breaking all the limbs of the middle-aged man!

Putting the two of them on the ground, still with their blood gushing like a spring, wailing in pain, but unable to even turn over, Miao Luo twisted his neck and faced the group of pirates: "Just now, you said, someone sent you?"

These pirates are usually fierce and domineering, killing countless people, but at this moment, under Miao Luo's ferocity, they are declining, and one of them stammered and said, "This ...... This is a misunderstanding. ”

Miao Luo was still expressionless, and walked forward empty-handed: "I didn't ask you if this was a misunderstanding, I was just asking you, did someone send you, who is that person?"

He took a step forward, and the pirates unconsciously took a step back, apparently terrified to the extreme.

"Who sent you?"

The young man's palm was dripping blood, dripping all the way, some of which belonged to Pip, and more of it belonged to Fang Wen's father and son.

Twisting his arm, he said in a deep voice, "I don't have much patience, so please answer quickly." ”

"Damn, he's just a person, what are you afraid of?"

In silence, a muscular pirate spat and swung his blade at the bay.

Half a second later, he flew out upside down again, the only difference was that his head exploded into slag and was directly blown up by Miao Luo's punch.

"If you want to die happily, try my cruelty, choose quickly, I'm impatient. ”

Miao Luo exhaled deeply, and his deep voice, the sound was like a soul hook from the hell, which made the pirates present extremely terrified.

These people are not soldiers, and they do not have the bearing of a professional sergeant who regards death as home, no matter how powerful the pirates are, they are afraid of death after all.

"I said, I said, that the Pirate King Morrow had sent us, and that he had us and these two men come here to collect the Tavernkeeper's precious belongings. ”

Under the spiritual oppression, someone finally couldn't bear it and confided in the main messenger behind the scenes.

"Mollo, where is he?"

"It's on the biggest pirate ship, and we'll be on the shore in a minute. ”

At this moment, outside the tavern, a female scream swept through the distance, and a wave of turmoil spread wildly through the city, indicating that the pirate's words were all true.

"Oh, I see. ”

Miao Luo said, his fists clenched again, and his eyes became more cruel, "Okay, you can die." ”

Immediately, there was a scream in Pip's tavern.

A minute later, Miao Luo opened a jar of wine and took a sip.

The whole tavern was covered in blood, and stumps flew everywhere, as if it were not a tavern, but a slaughterhouse, where all the pirates had fallen out of business, and not a single one of them was alive.

Immediately, he washed the blood from his body, then opened his box, put on the black robe that was placed inside, and put on the bronze mask.

In a few minutes, the two human sticks on the ground no longer had the strength to cry loudly, and were just lying on the ground.

Their blood is running dry.

After changing his clothes, Miao Luo put Pip's body away, lifted Fang Wen and his son, hung them with two long logs, and inserted them outside the tavern.

The blazing sun was scorching the two bodies, and they were slowly turning into human stems.

"Spare ......"

Fang Wen whispered to Miao Luo**, his life was in danger, but his limbs were broken, and he couldn't even struggle, so he could only wait for the sun to steam their blood alive.

But Miao Luo didn't even look at him.

He just held a steel knife and walked quietly past the two of them with a cold face.

His hands were stained with more than a dozen lives in a row, but he couldn't calm the more violent anger, and he silently made a decision in his heart.

All the pirates who participated in the killing of Pip today, one counts as one, and all of them must die!